Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.